A PONY MARE'S DIARY - 2

by Mr. Bushida
- do not use without the author's permission.


"Dear Diary. Let's see - where did I leave off? So I was on John's lap and he was kind enough to explain things to me as gently as he could. He continued talking about assaults on my modesty!

'Lisa, what would be very helpful for you is to understand that you are not being punished here. You are about to embark on a process of discipline, not punishment. Punishment is possible if you are disobedient, but I doubt that will be a problem for you. Some of your fellow travelers who were not fully happy to come here have trouble with that concept. Judy, who you will meet later at the stables, is one of those. But J-Ranch is not a prison, and anyone can leave at any time.'

Diary, he drew me closer and kissed lovingly me on the lips. His hand stroked my back and bottom, innocently enough, though I thought I could feel an erection growing under me, and he could tell I noticed.

'I am sure you are feeling my erection grow as I speak to you. It is impossible for me to do my work with you, without my becoming sexually aroused. In fact, I would not be nearly as effective if it weren't the case. John understands that, and be assured that while I will have to release my ardor with you from time to time, it will never be in your vagina. You won't understand this right away, but if the time comes that I am putting you through some training and I do not grow erect, that may be a punishable event for you.

Now you are going to be asked to do things you never could have imagined. You will be trained to be a Pony Mare among other things. And you will be disciplined, not just in the mind but in the body as well. When you are slapped, spanked, whipped or flogged, it is not out of anger. If you are trying your best to do a task and are still whipped, it is part and parcel of why you are here. You will learn hopefully if I'm doing MY job, that this is how you develop your new persona here. It is how you will magically please your husband to new and higher levels when you return to him.

Now, it is getting late and you've had a trying day I'm sure. There are just a few things more to do this evening.' He pressed a buzzer. 'While we are waiting for Dr. Mark, I want you to stand up and drop you pants and panties to the floor!'

"Diary! YIKES, this was it! But I obeyed, as we both knew I would. He made me turn around, bend over, and grab my ankles! I was displayed before him as no man had ever seen me, even Gary. He ran his hand over my extended bottom, and spanked me hard but just a few times. He then ordered me to reach back with my hands and spread myself, which, of course I did after a long enough pause to get a few more spanks! I soon felt his fingertip on my anus. I was in for it now and had to prove to MYSELF that I could be obedient.

'Lisa darling, do you know what your anus and rectum can be used for in you discipline training?'

Before I had to answer, Dr. Mark came in with his little black bag. He greeted me with an of-the-cuff 'Nice to see you again Lisa.'

God, how humiliating!. Right in front of two of my hubby's poker playing buddies - the guys I would make sandwiches for! But John and Mark seemed quite at ease with my situation.

Mark began, 'John, her rear-end is plumper than I would had imagined it! Now Lisa, I need you to turn around and kneel in front of me. I am going to pierce you nose septum for a ring, and your nipples as well, It is not as awful as you may imagine. I will insert very small rings to start you off to keep you holes open, but by tomorrow morning you can be fitted with one inch interchangeable rings.'

John was sweet enough to ask me if I wanted him to hold me steady, but I bravely, though stupidly declined. Dr. Mark was quite expert and gentle, and before you knew it I was pierced and ringed. If any woman should ever read this, they should be assured it's not that bad. The feeling of enslavement, however, could be more problematical. Mark left quickly, after all this was late on a Saturday and I'm sure he has a busy schedule.

John took me lovingly though now naked back onto his lap. I was crying a little from the piercing and he was comforting. 'Lisa, I know that lecturing you on what will follow may not sink in until you experience your training, but do you think it may help you?'

Oh . . . (I began but didn't know how to address him and he could see that. 'You may call me Sir, or even John if you feel it fits the occasion'.

Oh Sir, I continued, I do think knowing might be helpful.

'I will soon take you to the stables where you will sleep. What happens at J-Ranch is that women are trained as farm animals, both pulling sulky carts and doing farm work. However, as opposed to horses and oxen, you are human females, which means you will arouse sexual responses in the men who handle you. Most of the time, I won't have the time to do everything with you, and the grooms will be handling you. They are mostly young Japanese college students who grew up in a culture of subjugating women. J-Ranch specializes in older mares like yourself, and these young men are not always crazy about that - which can make them a bit more nasty than otherwise - for which I apologize. But J-Ranch's best mares compete against other ranches around the country and sometimes against young mares as well. Now, it is time to end your first day. I am very proud of you so far.'

Diary, John personally escorted me to my stall in the adjoining stables. I was dizzy with what I had already endured, but I think I was in the stall next to John's sister-in-law.

I was nude and lying on a straw cover floor and John so sweetly covered me with a blanket.

It was pretty quiet in the stables considering there were who knows how many women staying there. But I heard what I'm sure was John entering the next stall. Diary, I'm no expert, but I think he was having sex in my stalemates mouth. I felt so very very guilty that I might have been his contact with me that had brought him to this randy state and that another lady had to suffer for it. Maybe it's a lesson for me that I must take my own medicine in the future, and do it with good cheer so John doesn't feel it rude to 'do me up' when he needs to. After all, he is a virile man who has consented to take me under his wing and if I am lucky enough to stir his passion as well, I must count my blessings.

Tomorrow is my first Sunday at J-Ranch and I must focus on the joy that Gary will come for me. I only hope he gets a good report on my conduct. Luv, Me."